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hp are not the Hewlett Packard that they were 20 years ago. hp is now expensive. hp does not provide the goods they advertise. Situated in Ireland hp took £693.90 from me, for a laptop which did not do what I asked - and they said that it would. Bought 2 and a half months ago on 27 November 2014 hp claim that it will remain "theirs" for a year. Despite the 10 month old ProBook 450 laptop remaining theirs they will neither replace it - with what can only be equal rubbish or refund me.They are now unreliable and unsupportive. They say that they will repair this laptop, and these are the fools who broke it. I phoned for this repair and some incompetent from some other country in the world started trying to sell me things that I neither wanted nor needed to replace endless programs which hp supplied and were not working.When they do make the effort to download what they call "updates" on to the systems they sell you - they download damaging and obstructive programs that prevent any business or personal usage. They lie. They do not offer any hp warranty beyond 30 days! 20 years ago they were excellent, they moved to the UK and became bad. Now they are international and have become even worse. They are vicious and incompetent. Despite their international assurances on their so called warranty they pass you from country to country and from department to department with endless excuses until they cut you off.﻿

If you have Type 2 Diabetes, listen well or you could lose your life.First please bear in mind that D.S.N.s are not qualified in the proper treatment of Diabetes Mellitus (Type 2 diabetes); the 6 week course that such volunteers go on only provides a general course in general diabetes. (There is no such thing!)If you have Type 1 Diabetes (Diabetes Insipidus) you will be treated with one or other regime of many different insulins and should know about hypoglycaemia (hypos) and understand what to do about them. Type 2 Diabetics are told by General Practitioners (G.P.s) and D.S.N.s not to eat any kind of sugar and many are put on tablets to help with this Diabetes Mellitus condition. An ignorant advice given by both parties G.P.s and D.S.N.s, who demonstrate their lack of knowledge and understanding of the tablets, they give their Type 2 Diabetics. Metformin is one, and like this entire situation created by a diseased and callous government obsessed with their personal finances IT/ IS DANGEROUS ; these other tablets could also be dangerous. The stronger these tablets are the more dangerous they are.Hippocrates stated this medical oath to avoid such situations, but in this diseased and masturbated society of ambitious secularists none of them are interested in your health or well being. Many older Type 2 diabetics grew up and lived in a society where it was advisable to “trust your doctor;” DO NOT DO SO NOW! If you find yourself feeling weak, Confused, Disoriented, bellow your normal capabilities ... any of the above it is essential that you do what you have been told not to do and IMMEDIATELY start eating as much sugar as you can find. Biscuits, toast and jam (not for diabetics), cup of tea / coffee with sugar added, bowl of cereal with added sugar ..., do so sitting down and do not stop until you feel more capable, stronger and competent. I keep a bottle of Lucozade by my bed and whenever I wake up ache’ing, weak and confused I have programmed myself to drink a glass of Lucozade. It does not always work, but if you live with someone else show them this and hopefully they will be able to persuade you to eat a once favourite food with sugar in it. This weakness that you feel often occurs at night time NEVER TAKE YOUR TABLETS BEFORE YOU GO TO BED This weakness is that which extreme drunks feel when they have had far too much to drink. This feeling of depletion in you and in drunks is caused by a lack of sugar in your blood – (even for a normal person) you are hypoglycaemic, or as Type 1 diabetics call it hypo. Eating what you have been told not to (sugar or food with it in) will eventually replace this sugar which the tablets have chemically removed from your system. You are confused and weak, because your brain stem is trying to save your life. It is diverting what little glucose (concentrated sugar) it can find in your body. Everyone is different and each time you go hypo it is different, but you may twitch as your brainstem tenses and relaxes your muscles in order to drain every last bit of glucose it can find, you can become aggressive which is your brainstem releasing adrenalin in order that you can flea this evil in your body – flea from your ignorant, arrogant Bolshie’s, self interested, so called “Specialist” D.S.N.s and G.P.s.. You do not die from hyperglycaemia. High blood sugar has to ferment into acid and takes weeks and months to kill you. Hypoglycaemia; low blood sugar can kill you in hours. I would not take my next tablet whatever it is. If you have a friendly pharmacist visit your Chemist / Pharmacist as soon as you can; describe what has happened and ask for advice. If you are lucky enough to have not yet started to take any of these Metformin type tablets DON’T start. Go to your next D.S.N. or G.P. Diabetes Specialists (neither of whom have signed the Hippocratic Oath, or are not worth their word) appointment and say nothing. Wait and see what happens. e.g. Congratulations to one friend who took the advice I give in the above paragraph. He was told by a D.S.N. who took one blood test with a 12 m.mol glucose/L whole blood result and diagnosed that he had diabetes mellitus and prescribed tablets for him. He did not take them and returned for the next appointment with her and she told him that he was in perfect condition now he was “taking the tablets”! He is happy and healthy, not taking the tablets and coping well with his asthma. You have survived the D.S.N.s and G.P.s; the N.H.S.; long may you live.e.g. Well done to another friend who was on the highest dose of Metformin three times a day, together with five other tablets at least half of them dealing with the side effects of the other! He was found by his wife first thing in the morning unconscious on the floor. Rushed into hospital (one of the worst NHS hospitals in the UK) he was diagnosed with a long cured and recovered return of cancer. Then they changed their minds and decided that he had had a stroke. By this time he had started to recover and a charitable assistant informed me that he was wondering about still confused. They then decided that he had a brain tumour, (very popular in this area of the country! Along with miracles!!!!). His wife asked me to visit him where I met a supposed physiotherapist arguing with my friend that –“he had had a massive stroke and should not be wandering about”. When I asked him – how he was, she defensively started insisting that – “that was confidential”! My friend told me that he was on a hunger strike because they would not let him go home. I spoke to another charitable nurse and asked why he and his wife had never seen a consultant since he had been admitted nearly a week earlier? Shortly after this my friends saw a supposed consultant and a junior doctor together (I don’t know I was not there). They told my friends that they wanted to do tests to find out what was wrong with him. I could have told them there and then. I was not there. A week later he was released home; with no diagnosis (there is nothing wrong with him – other than having been subjected to the worst a maggot infested N.H.S. has to offer). I suggested that he started weaning himself off his tablets and saw his pharmacist for advice. I insisted that he would not die if he ate any sugar! When I visited them a week later he told me that he had stopped all his medicine immediately (I had not advised this), but he had started eating again and eating sugar, cakes, biscuits, etc.. I did a quick blood glucose test on him and his blood sugar was 7.9m.mol glucose / L whole blood which was good as he told me he had just been bingeing on ginger nuts! On no tablets at all! He tells me that he does visit his G.P. (not a pretentious Specialist), but does not take the tablets he prescribes. This was a trauma for my friends and their family. It has shaken his once trust in the N.H.S.. ﻿

As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point Iwas naughty.I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caughtpilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told methis -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Yourreputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (inthis case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you bothdecided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that youare sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you didsteal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a bigimpression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if youwish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relateto!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people thesepowerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in theoutrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these megaparasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill theiropponents then they must consider their reputations before they committhese crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed byoverpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known byeveryone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judgedsimply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish tooccupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done shouldbe known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

In answer to David Slater from Google about people's right to privacy. As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point Iwas naughty.I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caughtpilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told methis -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Yourreputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (inthis case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you bothdecided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that youare sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you didsteal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a bigimpression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if youwish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relateto!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people thesepowerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in theoutrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these megaparasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill theiropponents then they must consider their reputations before they committhese crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed byoverpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known byeveryone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judgedsimply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish tooccupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done shouldbe known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

On-lookers this is the penultimate episode of 'Nonsense' the last chapter will be posted on Monday. Does this frighten you or make you angry? Perhaps it does nothing to you? What could this mean?

34 The Devil’s Library

Tonight I am relaxed again. Perhaps this should be the end of the story? However, this undertaking that my family and friends have drawn from me is about to start. The atmosphere remains one of excitement amongst everyone else. The University professors are studying the geological movements on the bed of the Mowdis. Their delusion is that when they identify a reason the earthquakes will stop. Am I any better? On-lookers, will the Throngs’ furry ease simply because I agree to return to the Plateau? I cannot find any inspiration how to put things right.

Serena sits next to me in the dark and puts her arm around my shoulders, “Love, don’t forget our daughter.” She smiles, “The Throng has yet to tell us what purpose her mission served. I am thrilled we are together again, but what does the Throng want from Zeta?”

The words scrawled in black slime on the table have all disappeared. The words now burnt on the table read, ‘Whoever rejects you rejects me and the one who sent me.’

We return the next rotar to the Thurch to find not just truth but answers. Alpha is flicking through the combined Throng books when Zeta exclaims in alarm and jumps up. There is an echoing ring through the Pal hall as something falls to the stone floor. Gamma searches under the pew to find what has fallen. He hands Zeta the key that he has found. She examines it with a frown.

“What is this key Alpha?” It no longer glows but is still warm and Zeta hands it to him.

“It’s from the Throng. You’ll need some help. It’ll open the cast iron door Gamma. It is integral with the wall and has no hinges. We didn’t have the key and despite our efforts we could not open it. It hides a library stocked by the knoms two centuries ago.”

We all descend onto the strange ‘invisible’ door in the arched passage. Zeta is excited. Nevertheless, the initial attempts to simply turn the key and open the library are not successful. Gamma attempts to lever the large key around. Rho forces thick grease into the key hole before Jonny retries the key.

“If we ever get this door open I’ll be surprised if there is anything in here. Look at these burnt handprints on this wall. If the fission bomb did this to whole knoms there cannot be much left of books.” All labourers agree with the Foreigner as they all push against the stubborn door.

Young Rho squeals with delight. He grabs the lever and sticks it into a crack that appears in the base of the wall. Exactly where we least expected it. The door is not simply heavy it is very thick.

“It’s unlocked!” Delta exclaims.

“Lead was used in the old times to seal the things inside here from the nuclear fissions. Do not touch the inside of the wall." Alpha is concerned that lead kills, Jonny and I agree. Sigma provides rubber gloves until we have finished prising these sides apart.

A couple of whiles and a break later the doors are fully open. Delta holding a handkerchief over his face wipes solid layers of cobwebs away to reveal thick dust…

“There is something in there!” Zeta jumps as something falls off one of the tables inside. The light fades and Time does hesitate before passing us all by.

What is that On-looker? Do you recognize him? Pas encore set horrifia. Not this horror again.

The skies grow darker, books start falling from the shelves and bursting into flames. A hollow whining voice echoes through the thin windows in the library. “You are not the only ones. These books are mine. You may not read them.”

Yew looks the devil straight in the eyes and replies to his asserted authority, “This is not about you. I am one of millions, so why are we debating your gratification? We may do whatever we choose and the Throng invites us to read these books. The Throng, the very essence of life have given these books to everyone. You cannot deny us what is already ours.” Victim fulfils Arwel’s role standing defiantly legs apart next to Yew. The Déjà vu is not here.

Books start flying around the room and the window glass starts cracking. The whine continues to hiss through the thin windows in the library. “Who will look after you if I do not look after myself?”

Where others are fearful Yew is angry, “You are saving none of us. The Throng saves us from ourselves and evil. Voltaire insisted, ‘Librumne tulisti?’, ‘Happy he, who has availed to read the causes of things.’ These are our books. You are not welcome; go. Socrates said on the steps of the Stoa that knowledge is good and ignorance is evil. We choose ‘good’.”

A sharp whistle from the high windows splits the continuing boom, “Socrates did not exist; you cannot choose for others. It is my job to decide what is best for you.”

A fire in the corner of the library starts to grow. Yew’s temper rises with others’ terror, “I understand more than you maintain. The Throng created us free to choose and enable us with this knowledge to live wisely. The decisions are ours not yours. None of us intend to become martyrs to the devil.” A movement of air whistles out through the cracked glass.

Rho passes Victim the lever. He passes it to the tallest of us. The Foreigner pokes the slit leaded windows out of their frames again. The library fills with sunlight like a glass with cool water.

The fire gives a flourish, then dies. On-looker Time not only stands still, but reverses. The books that were on the floor reappear as they were on the shelves. There was no fire. The devil has gone.

“Thousands of books from around the world …” I utter in amazement.

“…Truth,” Alpha choruses, “Hundreds of them.” He smiles confidently, “A true and noble fight as I said in the café Yew. I’m pleased you’re here.”

Maxims are fingering through the books on the table. “Bibbles, all different bibbles and Gideon’s, Throng books with words in …what’s this? The ones on the shelves are different …” and the excitement continues.

Delta is debating the books with the Foreigner and Sigma. They are weak and will not survive this intrigue for long. “How do we repair such treasures?” Everyone removes one book from the library. Victim writes their name and the book they take in his pad of paper.

Later fervent discussion continues in the kitchen.

On-lookers we saw nothing that we did not want to see. Anything unpleasant we spied we could not understand. Although we know nothing of ourselves we stand tall in our ignorance. Remember that which we cannot find in the universe we will find within ourselves.

Jonny smiles at Xern, “The Throng has given you your answer, a University curriculum.”

“Yes, but have you looked in these bibbles and Gideon’s? Try reading one bibble from cover to cover it contradicts itself endlessly. This isn’t as simple as it might at first seem. Persons with ulterior motives interpret what the Throng said before they write it in these books. These books convey nothing directly from the Throng.”

Jonny joins me. “After Nicaea the bibble was edited by the first Bishops and the pagan Emperor Constantine to make it easier for them. Look at lawyers and how there is a law that validates every crime within the legal system. It was the same with bibbles. In the beginning of time all you needed to get away with anything was a belief in the Christian regime.”

“More to the point ‘that the Christian regime believed in you!’” Alpha corrects.

The Pasteur agrees, “It was probably a hindrance if you believed in any of the Throng. We hope you believed in what the Throng did rather than what the churches preached.”

“Jonny it says at the end of the New Testament that anyone editing anything out of the bibble will be damned for eternity.”

“It is ambiguous about who is going to do the damning, but dictators do not like having their dictums altered! It is a pity that the Throng did not write a book, but I suppose that that would have interfered with giving us freedom of choice and being. That was never the plan of any church or empire.” Jonny resigned to the inevitable shrugs his shoulders at me.

“So the Throng has written none of it? …I am to use this book compiled by powerful Satanists with ulterior motives to devise a curriculum … how friend?” I shake my head in despair again.

Jonny laughs, “I think that you can work out what the Throng desires, by reading the bibble twice. Firstly as an emperor trying to sort a problem he has got. Ignore these bits. Then you read what’s left. Note down any contradictions. Assess the number of mentions each contradiction repeats in the bibble. Using your discretionary sense and these results the truth will blossom. The Throng’s disciples were instructed to clearly tell us Their message. Remember the Throng was communicating with animals; us as we were. Open your heart to the Throng and you will understand that They are benevolent. Compared to our callous indifference to each other they are compassionate.”

“You have to agree Jonny; I cannot safely do this on my own. No person can alone. We need a committee of maxims and minions, all kinds finishing in a debate of what is and is not worth teaching.”

Jonny pats me on my back, “You can make a final judgement about what the new curriculum should include…”

“No, no friend.” I am left contemplating fate.

On-lookers you have predicted the future weather, life expectancy and gambling prospects. With Time encircling our endless fallibilities could you predict destinies with the same accuracy? Are you surprised to see Time is already here? Is that our conscience echoing within your soul?

It dawns on me slowly. “The best person for this job is Yew. Yew will decide.”

On-lookers this is the 'Nonsense' for today. The story will end on Monday as I do not post chapters on Saturday or Sunday. On-lookers do you consider yourself to be successful, or do you "merely"? If neither you may have a great deal more than you realize to offer the world and beyond.

32 The Foreigner’s Return

On-lookers, do you ever forget when you walked this solid earth, or nemo tibi credet? If you dared to speak the truth were you alienated from your peers? Persons only believe what they want to believe and disregard everything else. Was your truth the same as Scoundrel’s? Or did you welcome your enlightenment, refusing to conform to authority’s reality? No one thought, ‘what a pity’ when Scoundrel died.

Yew and Zeta go out into the orchard to find Victim. Gamma and Alpha approach Serena and I in the kitchen. Alpha in particular appears to be very concerned. Gamma however seems more relaxed.

“Xern, something is very wrong. I believe that only you can put it right.” Alpha puts my mug of tea in front of me.

“Xern, you need to go back and stop the University from continuing to ostracize the intelligent in Selford.” Gamma is more forthright than Alpha, “if you don’t then the Throng will destroy Selford and possibly Sharbourn too.”

“The children have told us Xern that you threw the University out when they approached you to take over from Hollid.” Alpha is very frightened.

“Not again Alpha. The intelligent never attended the University. They murdered the most intelligent minion that I ever knew; my dearest friend. I will not rejoin the sewerage of self important conformists.”

Sigma pours a brandy into my tea and Alpha adds a tea spoon of sugar. It is disgusting to taste, but does allow me to endure Alpha’s plea.

“Yew considers that you could resurrect the purpose of the Plateau University, the research, the education, the empowering and enlightenment of the masses.”

“There are no ‘masses’; only the successful; surviving elite and the misplaced elite. Look what happened last time Alpha!”

“Teach minions that.” Gamma is quick to answer my concerns as the ground judders to the left and back to the right.

“Xern the Throng is very angry.”

I shake my head in despair.

“The last time I saw Jonny he warned that ‘the end of the world is nigh’. The Throng is not only destroying Selford Xern they are destroying everything.”

Yew and Zeta run into the room terrified and Alpha asks them,

“Where is Victim?”

Yew answers Alpha, “He is outside with the Foreigner. They are laughing!” Yew does not expect anyone to hear him. All the persons in the kitchen are restating their family connections. Yew is now alone with the Throng scrubbing black slime off his hands.

I take cuddle Zeta. “Are you alright?” She does not answer me.

Zeta asks Alpha, “does he agree?”

Both Gamma and Alpha shake their heads.

“…My mother?” Yew assumes that his mother must be dead if she was in the ‘Long in the Tooth’ which is now destroyed.

The Foreigner opens the kitchen door, “Good afternoon persons, nulla causa est quin tibi credam, good afternoon On-lookers.” The Rector lifts everyone’s spirits with his smile. The ground does not judder it shivers and crockery starts falling off the dresser in the corner of the kitchen.

Victim follows in Father Jonny’s shadow.

“He left Jonny insisting that his name was Scoundrel. He does not believe in all this ‘nonsense’. Scoundrel is going to sue Home Farm for not providing treasure after he completed his quest in the Aeolus Maze.” Alpha mops his brow with his hanky and sighs, “I tried Jonny, but you cannot make an idiot see sense when he chooses not to.”

“I have no reason to doubt you Alpha, you will not hear from Arwel again. He was Hollid’s first victim you realize. Persons rape in order to assert power over their victims. Power was therefore not only important to Arwel, but he could never distinguish between friend and foe. The Mowdis has drained. Scientists cover the river bed researching which continental plate caused this to happen. Young man, your mother has not been at the ‘Long in the Tooth’ for some moons now.” Jonny calms Yew’s concerns, “Horace assists unemployed cattle workers who are rebuilding it. Alpha he is feeding the workers and their families whilst the work is undertaken. This disaster has shaken them all. Yew we hoped to persuade your mother to get involved with the feeding of the persons helping at the alehouse. Megarian needs feeding too now there is nothing left for him to do.”

“…Religion, Jonny? Are the Throng still rejected in favour of the Successful’s wealth? Do the lying and stealing Survivors continue to take precedence over religion? What does the mob make of right and wrong now?”

“It is an uphill battle Alpha. Those who considered themselves in charge are no longer in control. They are panicking. They are clinging resolutely on to what they consider is theirs despite the obvious truth that they never had possession or control. They are not intelligent they are simply powerful and only able to destroy. They have no education to enable them to ask, let alone to join in. The scientists in the bottom of the Mowdis are proving they’re right regardless of truth. Xern they need educating, they need light. Remember Trunest? I am certain this is what the Throng wants you to do.”

“The Throng has recently given me back my wife. Serena and I are back together thank you Jonny. I now have a daughter as well as a son. No. Jonny I do not consider this choice balanced, but necessary to answer the needs of my dependants. I have new responsibilities.

Gamma says I should educate every minion. You state a truth that minions are powerful enough to know everything without education. They do not make mistakes; so how can such bigots learn anything?”

“No, Xern look at me. There is more to truth than what you, Trunest or the Scientists at the Plateau fancy they know.” The Foreigner can see that his friend has reason in his argument. “Truth is more than knowledge. You cannot tell the black slime from the rotting river bed of the Mowdis at the Chasm. You maybe psychotic because you see things that you fancy should not be there? They are here. Are all maxims psychotic? Or are you all psychopathic? To what do you conform when you are abroad friend?”

“The answers do not lie with you alone. Persons are nothing without the Throng; nothing as either maxims without minions, or vica versa.” Alpha is pale and starts to shake. Jonny nods at Sigma who pours brandy into Alpha’s coffee.

“Jonny, after neglecting my lovely wife for over sixteen revolutions I gave her my word that I will never return to that den of iniquity. Jonny, Alpha, Gamma you listen, Hollid raped my beautiful, caring, inoffensive gentle Serena. Wherever he is he has not stopped, he tried to compromise my daughter. I will not conform to, or compete with such criminal behaviour. I will not return.

How can I educate minions who were born perfect? They all conform to one genii: theirs. Power means they are right. If I teach minions they see me as subversive and insulting. My minion friends do not say that I’m right; they call me spiritual. All non conformists are spiritual. My arguments are powerful but denied as insubstantial.”

“That is satanical behaviour that shrouds itself under the deceit of ethics. Criminals merely break those authorities’ rules and laws. Genii by definition need to be psychotic. They don’t conform.” Gamma knows criminals, which behaved better than the Successful.

“It shrouds itself as being impractical! You cannot gratify yourself and be spiritual!” I laugh with Gamma.

Alpha interrupts, “Friend, neither you nor Serena can stay here. Here will not exist in a moons time. You need to see what’s left of the Mowdis. The fate of life itself depends on you Xern. Remove evil from Selford and you can live wherever you choose.”

To everyone’s surprise Victim speaks with unfounded power and authority. He talks calmly as if what he says does not concern him.

“Our Holy Father,”

…Xern flinches this time. He does not like the term. Even he considers himself free to answer to the Throng.

Victim continues, “…respects our independence and freedom. They created our potential and therefore everything that we have realized and destroyed. Our future rests in our hands not Theirs’. They spend all this energy trying to warn us what we are doing to ourselves and we dismiss that. What did they tell you Yew?”

“Judge yourself before others and forgive those who haven’t understood. JESUS is the son of JEHOVAH and together as one The Throng will save us. Born as we are and possessed by the almighty and supreme power that created life itself. For this reason this power knows of our failings.” Yew tries to recall the words that the Throng spoke over a moon ago. “They protect us from the evil we create. They have maintained us in our suspended state of disbelief for many generations.” JESUS appears in the kitchen which lights up in front of us and the Son of JEHOVAH shows me his stigmata,

“We are the Throng of life. Live by Us and We will answer your needs. We give you Our knowledge and wisdom. Respect Our desires and intentions and We will protect you from your temptations. In answer to your own damnation We offer you Our salvation.

The arrogant progression of your kind is leading you to your own Armageddon. All We have given you will be lost. For your own sake observe We are the Throng of life. Without Us there is only death and misery. Have faith in Us. We serve Our sacred purpose supporting all our children. Remember Our justice placed on others is influenced with the same mercy I give you.”

“Hallelujah Throng, for life in the beginning, now and forever after. Amen.” Yew answers the Holy intent of his Saviour. The maxims in the kitchen cross themselves.

The Rector crosses himself, “Xern, the Throng laugh amongst Themselves at Plateau Professors who think they know it all and endlessly demonstrate that they know very little about anything. You’re the genius who can remove the arrogance bred by minion Professors up at the Plateau. You aren’t alone; you’ve the infallible Throng and us mere mortals. Do something friend.”

Just One True God who being despite being beyond our comprehension endlessly loves and protects us. We so often carry on with no comprehension of this omnipresent, powerful, caring and forgiving Creator and Benifactor. So ...﻿

The Beach Boys’ hit ‘God Only Knows’ has to be one of my all-time favorites. But watching star after star sing an INCREDIBLE version just blew me away. How did they pack this many celebrities in one video!?!

As a child like all other children I made mistakes or more to the point Iwas naughty.I can remember my father on one extreme occasion when I had been caughtpilforing or more to the point stealing with other friends, and he told methis -

The most important thing you will loose is your name; your reputation. Yourreputation is all that counts. It does not matter who thought stealing (inthis case) would be a good idea. It does not matter what it was you bothdecided to steal. It wont matter that you have been punished, or that youare sorry. All that will matter to people who meet you is that you didsteal (in this case) and you will never be trusted again. That made a bigimpression on me. The Christian sense or morality came later, but if youwish to interact with others what is it that they are being asked to relateto!

Unfortunately amoungst the powerful in this the UK, us the people thesepowerful fancy they are responsible for are not even considered in theoutrageous and selfish theiving and fraud they conduct. If these megaparasites cannot consider us before they line their pockets or kill theiropponents then they must consider their reputations before they committhese crimes against God if not against the corrupted laws construed byoverpaid maggots of society.

It does not matter whether you fancy yourself rich, important or even *perfect!*If you commit any crime against anyone then this should be known byeveryone. This is everyone's last protection. People should not be judgedsimply because they are different from the masses, but if they wish tooccupy positions of any power over others what they do or have done shouldbe known by all so we can defend ourselves from the deceit occuring again.

This is the big one On-lookers. I have pasted my new epilogue with the conclusion to the chapters I have posted over the last year. I hope that this is the finale that you have been waiting for. Because of this posting of the two epilogues together this chapter is a little big ...Xern apologizes, if there are any repetitions I apologize. Have fun!

35 Epilogue

The haws along Sheepsdrift hill are born on the end of thorny branches. It is so with all promised fruit. The baron season returns. A confusion of life remains thankfully silent and still. Outside a purple heron above mere mortals’ gaze returns home. It glides above our sorrow and our glee. Across a clear scarlet sky the bird follows paths beyond us.

The Foreigner and Alpha discuss time, “Even the description ‘old’ is a subjective one. Xern is younger than I am and the same age as you. To the abuser that, was old.” Alpha winks at Jonny.

“I seem to remember that Arwel could only make progress when he undermined those that he considered had injured him. I am sure that ‘old’ was intended as an insult. I aspire to wisdom; something earned with age. Whoever he was he will never know wisdom now.” Jonny sighs.

The Foreigner and Delta have agreed to preserve the library books. Victim will utilize his experience of Miss Liszt’s library. Together with others at Home Farm they will repair and replace the damaged books. The University will fund this work in return for the use of the library. Victim will organize and oversee the lending and returning of books.

Yew can follow in his father’s footsteps organizing the supply of books for the library. These remaining pilgrims will combine the two libraries here at Home Farm. First they will chair the debate concerning the bibbles messages and the Plateau curriculum.

“Do you intend to return with Xern?” Alpha asks Yew as he enters the room. “Victim is staying here,” he volunteers to the boy.

I intercede quickly, “Yew you are my friend, as your father was. Your cottage awaits your return, as does Trouble.” I notice Yew’s wandering eyes.

Angels fly solo and cry alone, On-looker.

The grey rain disappears. The pendulum clock above the mantelpiece stops. Everyone in the living room is frozen in time. The world is silent. There is only me. I walk to the window to confirm my existence. The sky lights up and then assumes night’s presence. The starry sky spins around us beyond the horizon. Feeling giddy I grasp the window sill. The ground violently shakes.

Sheet lightening spreads across the sky. The brilliant red sky flashes fluorescent yellow. To what I can only describe as the sound of Hell’s grinding an enormous white fork of lightening splits the silence and hits the old oak tree on the down. It turns black and when everything around it turns black the tree bursts into flame.

Are you still here On-lookers? My hands are dripping with black slime.

Time returns with the grey rain. Nothing appears to have changed.

The maxims and Victim left for the Mowdis earlier this morning with saws, shovels, paving slabs and a specially engineered a broad wheeled bi-axelled cart of discarded branches. Now we prepare to cross the Mowdis. Only Jonny knows what we are about to find.

We are all shocked when we get to the bank of the river. The stone steps chipped into the face of the Selfordan chasm have all crumbled. The oceanic tide now laps Megarian’s island each rotar. All the ebb has left behind is mud. Rho has platted branches across both the river bed mush and rotting fish to reach those left frightened and stranded.

Time stops.

The sky turns black. Thunder begins to rumble a loud base grate.

“Hallelujah Throb, for life at the start, now and forever after.” Yew squeaks to our Sacred Saviour. The Rector crosses himself.

Supreme white light instantly appears and blinds all. It beams at the static professors. Everyone is terrified. The silence is penetrated by a calm, powerful voice echoing through everything that has been halted. All things tremble as words of truth reach Life itself.

‘Our might is greater than your freedom. Our will surrounds you. You are arrogant and stupid. Such evil you dream of acquiring is misunderstood. Your regard is introspective. You are as pitiful as you are damned. You do not know who or what I am. Yet you would destroy Me. I continue omnipresent and eternal.’

Roles of lightening flare across the sky with claps of thunder. The crack across the Mowdis is hi-lighted with mass neon red light. The consumptive mud stretches as the ground drags further apart. The second chasm that reaches the pits of the earth grates violently. The soaring plasma that pierces the sky submerges. From the dark depths comes more brilliant white light. The air fills with a big chorus of harmonious voices singing of the glory of Jehovah.

‘I tell you; you will listen well.’ The almighty voice encompasses those of the chorus which quietens. The Throb radiates truth to us On-lookers.

‘I am your Creator, know Me well. We are neither positive nor negative. I am truth. I decide what is right and what is wrong. I know everything from history and beyond your futures. You will be judged.’

A violent role of thunder rumbles from one horizon across the sky to the next horizon. A clap of lightening strikes the split Chasm. The Chorus vanishes and time returns to empower life, which remains frozen with shock.

The Sacred voice vibrates, ‘Those with nothing have most and those with most have nothing. You arrogantly demand authority over those who warrant what you take. You disregard your own kind. We love you as any creator loves his creation. You anger us when you threaten to destroy My work. Not just yourselves, but everything I have given you. You have been told that is wrong.’

The Chasm starts to fill with sparkling blue and white lights,

‘The righteousness you gratify your evil existence with belongs to those you deny essentials. You define need as yours. Others need you dismiss as unnecessary want. I created all of you to fulfil your potentials. I answer all prayers from those who ask. I give all what they need. In answer to your own damnation I offer you My salvation. You are told.’

As the crevice beneath the Chasm fills with twinkling stars Victim is surrounded by warm blue light. Victim turns and smiles at Yew. This unnerves Yew more than it does Victim. Victim is drawn up into the sky. Yew is horrified as Victim lets go of his hands and reveals bloody scars through his palms.

‘I am neither male nor female. I am JEHOVAH, or YAHWEH, or ALLAH, or BRAHMA. We are one. I am Victim, Jesus, or Mohamed. They are not me I am them.’

Yew is upset. He has to steady himself as the ground moves abruptly towards the Selfordan cliff. Yew grabs the Foreigner who supports him with his arm. The twinkling blue lights rise into the sky with Victim. Yew is astonished as Victim vanishes behind the distant blue sky.

‘I am your very existence. You would never have drawn breath without My blessing. Those who choose to hear nothing will have never existed. You have driven Me to intervene. You have been warned do as you would be done by.’

There is a smaller clap of thunder and the sparkling lights in the chasm have all disappeared. The crevice in the bed of the dry Mowdis is joined and solid again. The river remains dry. The silence and stillness that remains is of our making. The Throb has departed.

“Angels?” Yew wonders aloud.

I shrug, “Who knows!”

“We are the almighty Throb of life,” rumbles away.

On-lookers, do you still remain? Two whiles later and shaken to my very existence I reproach the Professors. The University are trying to firm the river bed with Arctic hydrolytically set cement. The Mowdis mud consumes them as they try. They notice us from the other side of the dead Mowdis. A delegation struggles to cross the deep mud. Delta and Gamma throw bracken and branches on the ground before these impertinent minions. The struggling professors don’t appreciate the efforts spent on their behalf.

Eventually they reach us. I will do nothing for these arrogant secularists approaching unless I can be certain of one thing.

“Where is Hollid?”

“Hollid left; absent for over a term. The university needs you at the Plateau Xern,” the University Professors plead.

“The University needs and wants you to take charge. They need organizing Xern,” Jonny’s eyes plead with me.

“You recognized no need when I was ‘voted’ out of the University. I was not present and never shown the argument let alone invited to answer any objection to my presence on the committee. Stop deluding yourselves; the inane behaviour of you idiots was criminal.” I stare these offensive lecturers in the eyes, “I will only return if your attitude alters and my changes are implemented immediately.”

“We agree to discuss any alterations that you propose,” the professors reply.

“If you do not agree to my terms I refuse to return. I will go somewhere where I will be appreciated; Sharbourn. We have formed a committee. Before you can start working on this estuary bed. Delta plans to coat the floor of mud with discarded branches with Rho’s help. We may need to damn the area in which case you need not only me, but the maxims help. We need a staggered and structural approach. A ‘please’ and a ‘sorry’ in your case is needed.”

Eventually the creation of new laws are agreed. Gamma will chair an all encompassing enquiry concerning the last sixteen revolutions of chaos up at the Plateau. Zeta and he will construct new laws with Serena and the Enforcers help. These laws will start with a do as you would be done by theme and appropriate punishments. The categorical imperative will be that life is sacred. If this conflicts with a punishment then the offensive item or persons will be impaired or removed. Whether young, old or sick, male or female you will be valued as a member of the community.

We aim to remove sustificuts of power. Persons will keep what they already have. To motivate persons to work acclaimed purpose and satisfaction will be their fundamental drives. Basic essentials will be given freely to anyone proving their existence and needs. To acquire those things desired skills or possessions will have to be exchanged. Film actresses and footballers work for their art or not at all.

I will offer access to the library for all persons. The Foreigner will take charge of those students arriving from Selford to board at Home Farm.

A revolution later the Mowdis flows well from the Quelibra Mountains out to sea. Life returns more slowly, but it does return. Megarian returns as the Ferryman refusing other work offered to him from either side of the Mowdis. The government later reinstated religion. Father Jon refuses a post as the professor of philosophy up at the Plateau. He returns as the vicar of Sheepsdrift. We never find Hollid or Scoundrel.

We cannot find Vanessa on our return either. Yew is consequently concerned. Her dismissal of him still causes him distress. Vanessa did not consider Yew, but now she has left him alone Yew could not stop thinking of her. Yew feels that he has lost any destiny he once owned. He cannot find paradigms to define any truth.

“My mother’s lack of respect was for me as well as for everyone else. Ignorance may well be bliss but I have no wish to be ignorant of myself. If I cannot identify myself with my mother how can I know who my father was? I am no longer proud to be no one’s lost son.” Yew presses his club into his chest as he remembers his father.

“Son,” Jonny reassures this young hero, “we all have understanding of life. It is simply that your understanding has changed; a sign of intelligence. Life continues regardless of changes.”

“Is that the end of the story?” Zeta had asked the committee in the kitchen at Home Farm.

Alpha chuckled back, “That is usually up to the On-lookers,” he calmly stated with certainty.

“On-lookers are spirits; ghosts who have lived before. What does it matter what they think when assessing the end of stories?” Zeta was confused.

“Some are some are not. All are observers; many are still very much alive. Those who are still alive may still be learning about real life. Some read books to consider the possibility of truth. If they consider the story has ended they close and put their books down.”

“…The story ends and they all lived happily ever after,” Gamma chuckled in harmony.

I sit at home On-lookers writing about my pictures that I recollect from the last five revolutions. On-lookers, life is as you would make it! Whose pictures form behind your eyes? Whose identities do you assume? What identity have you defined?

Our lives continue after a moment of travellers’ hesitation, regardless of others. We each continue certain and confident of our lives. Truth is the riddle and like life the only answers we will realize are those we create for ourselves. Will you ask those who do not exist for help On-looker?

Have you foretold this future On-looker and have you been here before? Perhaps your Thurch does not allow such occult activities? Did you go to a University that ridiculed fortune telling? As you hide your crystal ball was it your destiny or ours that you could see? Have you seen history repeat itself? Is this only nonsense echoing backwards through On-lookers spent pasts?

On-lookers, has this story ended and do you now close the book and put it down? This story is one of millions told and even more like Scoundrel’s forgotten. We each consider our story more significant than any other. It is so.

A few may dismiss the lives of others, none as significant as their own. Regardless the intelligent will take account of the other millions of significant lives fighting for their rite to survive. In the pit of your soul you will consider that you warrant more than anyone else. You do not.

On-looker ignorance is bliss and which of us can claim to be completely unaware of the others fighting for survival? Remember the riddle of life continues for all of us, who question and thirst continually to live with consideration and concern.

Any pain is pain and hinders any individual’s progress through life. Any achievement is insurmountable by any other regardless of their irrelevant status. The Throng enables us to survive life. You cannot legislate against that. It is up to each and everyone of us whether others have to survive us. That is truth.

On-lookers do you now hold pictures behind your eyes? Some On-lookers may not and none of the pictures we each hold will be the same. Formed and coloured each by our own unique experiences. Some read books to view pictures of others’ experiences. Persons’ lives are as complex as those we possess On-lookers.

“Nonsense?”

The greatest crime we can commit is to disregard others. We hope to be remembered when we are no longer measured by time. If you do not feature in others’ histories they will not recall you. The stories of tyrants and bullies are not bad examples. No one will remember such vacuous tales.

On-lookers this original chapter of 'Nonsense' was called 'Damnation' but I will include the final chapter of my latest draft on Monday and I have called that 'Damnation'. In a sense I consider this to be the damnation in the story and Mondays chapter to be the salvation. You decide ...

33

Whom am I obliged to; it is confusing for me? I suppose I feel guilty that I choose to honour my loving wife’s wishes. My duty is to my family and friends. I cannot get the stigmata out of my mind though. Power seekers crucified Jesus. On-lookers I am damned either way!

“Xern,” Serena speaks, “it’s always been Hollid that frightens me. I’ve never known how to deal with his deceitful attentions. I didn’t fear the Plateau when you organized the place with others.”

“Sweetheart, Hollid has set precedence. Those with potential in Selford now only aspire to make money. They sell their souls to anyone with enough money and in the face of surrounding need and despair. Their purpose doesn’t extend beyond that. All who leave the University are nothing but the consequence of cultured ignorance.

Hollid is evil. Hollid abused the Throng laws and the fundamental rules of nature to get what he wanted. His contrivance was of a reality that only supported his delusions. Hollid left hundreds of minions to suffer satisfying his self interest. Remember it is not in the interest of the Powerful to ‘do as they would be done by’. Persons are greedy by nature. Greed is not a commandment, but it fuels most of minions’ sins. Goodness for goodness sake will never sustain when, as Jonny says, only power counts. The precedence set does not recognize responsibility. It won’t recognize me.”

Serena shivers and looks at me with tears in her eyes. I put our duvet around her shoulders and she answers my sympathetic smile, “Hollid’s responsibility, or yours Xern?”

“What you are all asking me to do is impossible. I know I’m not a genius.” Not that it would make any difference.

“You are quite passive, Xern. I however observe aggression in both Vanessa and Hollid. Remember your only friend in Selford at the time was Virgil. Why would you kill him? Neither of them would want to put that in front of a jury.”

“Sir Trunest told me I must put this right. How do I do that? I can see, feel and hear the Throng’s vengeance. Is this all because of what I have done? I told Trunest I have done nothing!

The Enforcer told me that he cannot prevent an injustice that has already happened. He dismissed the idea of justice with a hearty laugh.

Hollid’s ‘time and motion survey’ did not involve the Enforcer’s thoughts. If anyone had experience of law breakers they would have biased the survey if they were involved. Offenders are profiting from these past acts of dishonour at everyone’s expense. How can I put a system right when I only have that system to do so?

The Enforcer was too busy arresting the elderly for fighting back and the sick for struggling. He advised me to move to Sharbourn; Selford’s lost.”

“My love, perhaps the Throng is not angry because of what you have done, but because of what you have not?”

“Both of us have always found it easiest to avoid Hollid altogether.” I clasp Serena’s hand for support and she puts her arm around my lonely shoulders. “Even apart I always felt very close to you. You possess my mind and in your absence you consume my thoughts.”

“I think that they wished you had struck Virgil so others could blame you for their crime. You probably alleviated their guilt, because they lacked a conscience. That wouldn’t have happened if Virgil had remained; another motive for their crime. I have misjudged Vanessa.” Serena sighs within her growing despair.

“I am beginning to realize that so much wrong needs to be undone. I am so sorry that I was once happy to have let such wickedness rest. I now realize that it was not only me who suffered. Although, there is nothing I can do about the Plateau.”

On-lookers, Jonny explains the social structures of Selfordan culture in the kitchen. “There are three types of minion. Those with power are mostly evil. Everything that they do they do for themselves. These are the Successful parasites, who talk of progress whilst the masses still remain injured and poor. They are not only worthless but detrimental to their fellow kind. The worst type of parasite kills their hosts with disregard. These ‘Hollids’ contribute nothing and take everything; destruction.”

Jonny feels the pain watching from the side lines, “As we watch Megarian and his enduring waste, I watch those who survive such evil. The Survivors are the biggest traitors of their own kind. For petit rewards these Survivors destroy life itself by denying their purpose, to serve the parasites intent. The parasitic Successful sub species assess the Survivors due. Their misplaced power defines criminality. Survivors claim authority whilst they kill and then plead stupidity when their victims rise to hold such evil to account. Survivors try to justify their behaviour and that of the Successful parasites claiming their worth and power as credited. Survivors’ authority is only that of these parasitic devils. We have repeatedly learnt devils do not honour contracts even if the Survivors remain faithful and the poor die.” Jonny wipes his cheek. Victim and I take him out into the orchard for an early morning stroll.

The Pasteur continues with sadness, “The truth is that too many creatures cared for and protected are selling their souls to these devils. The only progress for the poor is that they get poorer. The Successful devils’ Survivors punish the good. The Successful class all the discredited poor as criminals and Survivors issue unreasonable demands as the devils’ might requires. When held to account the Successful devils disown their Survivors.

Amongst the victims of these creatures in the squalid earthly Hell the only surviving good that remains exists. This is where the last kind of minion endures. The worthy truly reject the money that enables such evil wickedness to triumph. The psychosis of Survivor and Successful devils’ delusions shatter as they hit the brutal truth treasured here. It is here that love and care exists where it is lacking amongst the self gratifying wealthy.” To my surprise the Vicar starts to sob. It is Victim who hugs this tall Foreigner. I am bewildered.

“That isn’t me. Our Creator will not see his angels suffer for the sensitivity He has blessed you with. I am their vessel Jon. Remember that that sensitivity has not only enabled you to see the wickedness thrive, but to avoid it.”

I am stunned even flabbergasted. I try to get my breath back. Zeta starts running over to join us from the Home Farm kitchen.

“What’s the matter Zeta,” she is very excited and I do not know why.

“Did you not feel it? The Throng’s anger! The world stopped and then started again. There is black slime burnt across the kitchen table, ‘the end of the world is nigh’. The aga has split in two. Delta and Sigma say that it is barbeque for lunch.”

I assure her, “Nothing has happened here. It has been calm and still.” Zeta catches her breath and gabbles on,

“Has he said yes yet?” she enquires of Jonny. He shakes his head.

“Mummy said that she tried to speak to you this morning. You were more concerned with Hollid’s responsibility than your own. You blamed her, myself and Yew for avoiding your vocation. You consider Selford is lost and impossible to save. Alpha says that to do nothing makes you as bad as Hollid.” Zeta took my head in her hands and stared into my eyes,

“The Throng gave all persons the land. It was the Successful devils who decided it belonged to them and no one else. They objected to their fellow kind from using it. They then chose to sell it to those who had never seen money and otherwise never would. These deceitful devils sold them money for more money. Thieves invented debt owed to them. The poor had their rites to land stolen. The true have always owned nothing and still give more than anyone else.” Zeta simply stares at me, “The omnipresent Throng is present throughout time. They know what you will do. Still, the more confident the Professors become the more greed is satisfied for these powerful thieves. The poor now need to sell their souls to Satan. Unless you act now we’re all lost.”

Jonny takes up her argument, “Successful parasites commended by Survivors manoeuvring their way through the starving. Satan celebrates and the Throng groans in despair. Xern, the Throng makes all things possible.”

My mind is shattered and bombarded. I love these persons how can I defend myself On-lookers?

Zeta continues, “Innumerates acclaim the market economy system. None are able to calculate that if you keep gratifying the black hole at the top, where too much is not enough, you will end up with less than nothing. The more money these Successful parasites and their Survivors make the more persons with more sense and no money die.”

Victim ends with his finale, “The ‘intelligent’ amongst such Survivors require conformity to their peers. ‘Genii’ don’t conform. Money kills the progress of persons it always has, does now and forever will. These parasites sacrifice truth in the hope for nothing but power sustificuts. It’s what happens now at the Plateau University.”

On-lookers, is life worth living? I suppose it has always depended on two things. What persons’ value; money, purpose, relationships. And then whether persons’ thoughts, hopes and beliefs enable them to realize their existence.

“We’ve been scrubbing the table to get the black slime off. It just won’t come off.” Serene begs me, “Please Xern for our sakes. Resurrect your purpose at the University.”

I look at them all, “If you don’t mind me doing so. I can only try to put things right and I cannot do that alone, Jonny.” A rainbow reveals itself spread over the farm. The sun shines forcefully on my back. The black slime disappears in front of our eyes.